Huckabee’s Attack on Millenials

Presidential candidate, Mike Huckabee, declared that millennials are “lazy” and need to get off their butts and stop smoking the weed. Wow. Apparently we are whining for free college, but it has become completely unaffordable. Having a mother who works while having breast cancer for $15,000 dollars a year, trying to pay for a damaged house in a fire, and having an anxiety disorder of my own this bigot thinks I should go serve this country. By the way I don’t sit on my ass and smoke pot all day. As a matter of fact, I do not smoke it at all. How is that argument any different from someone who lays around and drinks all day or smokes?

I do not support war in general, and would not be willing to die just to have a better chance of having a career. The benefits are terrible, 22 veterans die a day from suicide, and veterans are lining up for medical treatment. Mike has never even been in the military and his bashing on  gays makes it even worse.

Millennials work, but, it has become more difficult to find a job and we do not have the opportunities previous generations have had. I am not greedy, I would just like to live well when I am working and paying taxes towards this country. We expect something back from taxpayer dollars which we all payed, not money that the government actually owns individually.

Being a Black Sheep

I pull up to the driveway of my house with a dull expression upon my face. My mother is parking the car by the curb as I have my head smeared into the door window. Several birds are chirping from the nests. Leaves break away from the trees floating to the curb . I open the door with my handle as I awake from my nap.

Zooey and Kristina are with the little ones. I see a Trump banner on a yard. My first reaction is to stomp it with my boot. But I ignore it like I ignore them. Coming back from college, I have no job, and didn’t really want to find one.  I wanted to read my books. I hate retail sitting there with materialistic fools hypnotized by the shiny platinum televisions.

Nobody likes to read and it depresses me. They see me as a rebel, outsider, a freeloader who overstayed his welcome. Trust me when I say, I don’t want to be here. Another thanksgiving with the nasty turkey, small talk about the celebrity on TV, and inappropriate racist jokes.

I am certainly a black sheep who dreams of living on an isolated island eating the most tastiest fruits and drinking the freshest water. Everything is dead here. My brother Ivan is showing up soon. He has been enjoying the life of lawyering and demolition. He lives off others inevitable pain.

Happy Holidays from,

Zed Glasstein

 

 

Analyzing books

If anything as an English major, I am supposed to be good at, but I am not at this point. My grammar is shit, my sentence structure is crap, and I cannot analyze a book. It breaks my confidence and I want to be a great writer. So forgive me for my lazy structure. I read a couple of months ago, The Broom of The System, which really had my attention. David Foster Wallace made me think for weeks what is he saying. What is the big message?

I did formulate this idea that it has a lot to do with corruption and people who we see as leaders are using us like a chess piece. There was so much to it I did not know. I wasn’t sure Lenore, the main protagonist, was actually feeling she was in a movie and that life was being chosen for her. But I want to be able to articulate the conversation and really convince a fellow friend why they should pick up the books. It’s almost as if your this anonymous salesman for writers who never created the thought of your existence. And I don’t know what to think of that. I want to be a good writer and honest at the same time. I am trying to brew some confidence and follow the traditional rule that I am a writer and don’t give up because I am not in an ivy league school nor even in a respected college. Many fellow students, I observe, are really in to the idea of bringing something into a productive world.

Books & films to Enjoy

I wake up this morning with vertigo. I get up and I feel like I am standing on a boat, I panic and fall on my bed. I watch movies and read books. Every film that we cherish to death and books are somehow who we are.  I have been involved with films of mental health. I love American Beauty, Shrink, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, A Long Way Down, Boyhood, Silver Linings Playbook, and The Road Within. I read The Bell Jar, Prozac Diary, Catcher in The Rye, My Age of Anxiety. It’s a part of who I am. Somebody does not agree that I should surround myself with this stuff. I cannot, it comforts me, and it understands who I am when nobody else does.  They inspired me to believe that I fit somewhere in the world. Mental-Health-Bulletin_Page_1

Quentin Tarantino being attacked by the law

Quentin joins a rally to protest the outrage murder of Tamir Rice, and now the police union is trying to make themselves above the law. What I am getting out of this is that we don’t have the 1st amendment right if we speak badly about a police officer. What I get out of this situation is the union encourages police brutality. They threaten to hurt him financially, however, they’re attacking everyone involved in the making of this film. 100’s of people work on every movie not just the director and actors. What is this ‘master’ plan they speak of? Are they going to attempt to close down movie theaters. I will for one thing be pissed if they ruin the holidays, and I can’t enjoy the new episode of Star Wars.

If they attempt to boycott, I will go out to the movie theater for the film. His movies aren’t anti-cops, it’s called fiction. One of his films is called Pulp FICTION. Did you see that fiction part in there? Most of American involves violence, and he has the right to protest police brutality. He never said that he just hates cops in general. The union is taking time to boycott a harmless movie, because people are wrongfully killed and can’t feel safe. How about the autistic boy who died because cops decided to shoot through the car, had no warrant, and the boy’s father was unarmed. We have the right to speak out for justice, and trying to harm the man is a crime itself.

Be my Friend

I see all the college students enjoying themselves, having fun, and I am in my room yet again reading a book. I love reading and right now I am hooked on Frog Music by Emma Donoghue. But I want time for friends, and yet I do not. Can I really trust strangers to care about me? I need hugs and love. My friends are always absent, and I cannot seem to like anyone else. They all party, drink, and have nothing interesting to say. The books are my life. I want her to be with me, yet I am afraid of her getting tired of me, myself being immature and getting tired of her.

Pain is such a big part of my existence. I cannot seem to let in joy or new friends, and they cannot seem to let me in. I love them all more than they can imagine. I love the people I never met who make me less alone. Why does nobody ever give me the chance? Everything is about looks and is pushed in with the thought of trust. Just sit by me with our bodies on the ground watching the stars from above. Let’s smile because we know that we are not alone.Loneliness

Going back “home”?

The holidays are around the corner, my semester of college is almost over, and I have yet another challenge of surviving a dysfunctional household. He abused me several times, my mother did as well, and as well as my siblings. I still cannot find forgiveness, this thing, I am apparently supposed to do. When people see me they see the “quiet creepy kid”, not an abused and shattered individual. The dangerous father of my two nieces, has physically and mentally harmed me. I remember when he knocked me over, along with my guitar, lamp, and other items. He gets on top of me and punches me in the head several times. I feel the bruises on my skin.

I recall running out the front of my house, in fear, too worried to even put on my shoes. I discreetly walk by the ambulance truck I called earlier. It’s 12:30 at night, and I show up at my friends house, with blood on my face crying on his shirt. And I feel weak and cowardly. I go in the ER for three hours, my best friend and his fiance by my side. I lie that I fell on a rock, manipulated by my mother that I am guilty and fully responsible for what happened. Three weeks I stayed at my friends house, three, no contact with my family. I cannot forgive them for what they did to me. My entire life has been a turmoil of pain and despair. I plan to write a letter to my friend apologizing for his altruistic care he gave me, that I took for granted.

My father used to sit on my head suffocating me as he was laughing. I screamed for my mother as she was in the shower fearing that I would die. My mother beat me with a broom, I would sleep in my room trying to forget that my mother would soon come home to hit me for getting in more trouble at school. I remember the times my sister threw me across the room choking me, hitting me with a glass bottle, my other throwing me down the steps. I remember the time she ran at me with a knife. The vague memory of my brother kicking the shit out of my rib when I was only four years old, and not remembering why. Violence takes a toll on your children. I don’t believe in any form of harming another for discipline because it makes people like me afraid and helpless.

Why the system of scholarships is debunked

There are scholarship opportunists for people being a minority, women, or being in the LGBTQ community. I support all of these scholarships, but where is oppurtunites for a straight white male? I do agree that people in these groups need to be given oppurtunties, but so do I. My parents make less than $20,000 a year, leaving myself with Financial Aid that still doesn’t cover anything. The system is created to take away chances from us. I am open to discussion about this. Please comment. I just feel it is debunked like white privilege. I have been so stressed of paying my bill that is starting to get on my nerve.

The Walking Dead 603

Spoiler Alert…. If you haven’t seen the new episode of The Walking Dead avoid this post. Last night we lost a very loved character who was a part of the show since the beginning or did we? I personally think when Glenn fell off the dumpster he was a goner. As a matter of fact, I thought he was a goner when he radioed Rick telling him he was still a dumb ass. It was said to Rick in the end of the series premiere when he got stuck in the tank surrounded by walkers. It is a way of trying to give tribute to the character from the beginning all the way up to his demise.

If you watch or even hear of the walking dead, fans continue to believe that it didn’t happen and there was always some really crazy theory. In season three when Lori died, that was the first time fans didn’t totally buy it. I heard things like Carl didn’t shoot her, and Carol saved her. And eventually that was finally confirmed in later episodes. We also heard the theory of Andrea not shooting herself in the head, and that she became a walker. It didn’t make sense because Michonne would refuse to let her turn. Last but not least, Beth apparently never was shot in the head by Dawn. Many said things like it wasn’t her blood, and months after her death was assured, because it takes a lot to convince fans that it is for sure. My father heard a theory that Carol was dreaming and Beth never died. I knew it was absolute bullshit.

So let’s get to Glenn. He and Nick were surrounded by walkers on top of the dumpster. Nicholas, the character Glenn tried so hard to make him uncoimageswardly backfired. Nicholas is so terrified that he shoots himself in the head, falling on Glenn, making them both fall off the dumpster. Glenn is then ate open by walkers, at least that is what I and other fans believe. Some fans are saying that the flesh was coming from Nicholas’s body instead of Glenn. I still think it was Glenn, he was alive, and the walkers like flesh that is more fresh. So right when Nick died he went down on the walker appetite scale. They were blocked in a gigantic herd. I don’t think there was anyway he could escape even if it wasn’t Glenn being eaten. Tell me what you think. How will this affect Maggie? Is Glenn alive or will he be in future episodes for flashbacks or as a walker? The talking dead did say he would be somewhere in future episodes somehow. Do you think the writers want fans to feel uncertain to keep fans talking?